My Girls

I wrote this poem at a party while on the floor surrounded by attractive people.

Messes to be made.

Love to be found.

Pie to be eaten.

Hair products are acceptable.

Pyscho Killer

Sometimes life fights you.
But I love you still.
The lost ways of mind control.
The deeds of man,
Simplicity is key with your emotions.

Father and Son

Time really is winding down.

I keep saying "i want to get out of heeeerrrreeee" to most people i see.

But I know thats not true.

I don't think im more afraid than everyone else, or less.

I just dont want to regret more things.

And i dont want to look more like a fool to females.